Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1887-09-24
His Editorial Experience.

His Editorial Experience.
AGimme q case to fill fer my dinner,
said dilapidated looking man, Is he
came into the Office.
"Hard luck this SUMMER"
"You bet. Just walked into town.
Say, reckon I can get chance to sub
on something few days."
AOh, yes, good chance"
II amt had no luck since had a
paper OF my own when I first struck the
Territory"
"What made you quit the business? ?"
"Monkey-work. You see there was a
prominent citizen of the place and q
heavy advertiser named Beasley. He
went East to get complete new stock
of bar fixtures for his place of business.
One day while he was gone another
prominent citizen, who took six copies
of the paper and sent them to friends,
whose name was McCann, was seen out
riding with Beasley's wife. I thought
it would be thunderin' smart to write it
up an boom the street sales of the
paper, though there'd never been copy
sold on the streets since it was started.
So wrote column an couple O.
sticksful awful sensational an smart,
an then went an set it. Just fore I
slid it into the forms I kinder got
lookin' at it an wonderin. I thought
I'd get somebody else's opinion. So 1
showed the proof to Jim Tanglewood.
Jim read it and laughed an snorted till
I thought he would bust, and then says
he. chuck it in Then 7 let Hen Clark
look at it an he couldn't more'n half
read it it tickled him so. Then he
looked up an says he: odd boss, that's
blame good--sock it in I showed it
to lot more leadin' citizens and they
all lowed it was good joke on old
Beasley and Mccain, an that Mrs.
Beasley would be tickled most to death
over it. The only thing they varied in
was some aid chuck it in and some,
sock it in b'lieve, though, old man
Perkins Che was the principal of the
schooD did say, Shove her in An
Elder Blodgett Che was only min'st
Sundays said, young man, play it on
'em--go right ahead with your rat
kiln an I'm cussed eff 1 don't stick
part of it into my sermon next Sab
bath
$50 I went back an hung the chase
round it and drove in the quoins with
the stove poker an jabbed some Dutch
men into the ads. an swore little, an
h'isted up the forms an sponged off the
bottom of 'em with my shirt sleeve, an
put 'em on the press. Then I planed
'em down with piece of foorin', cussed
the boy cause the roller wouldn't dis
tribute, an jerked the old lever, cussed
some more when I saw the paper an
laid it on the dry goods box I used for
stone.
"Just then Mccain came in an
lowed he'd read that funny business
bout him. While he was gettin' through
it Che read mighty slow, but blame
sight better'n wished he could Jim
Tanglewood dropped in an read it like
he'd never seed it before an shook his
head an said it might be funny but he
couldn't see it that way, an he lowed
McCann wouldn't when he got through
it. Then Hen Clark ran through it an
looked gloomy. an wanted to know eff
it was too late to take out his ad. that
week. He said to stop his paper any
how, he couldn't stand no such scandal
He reckeoed Mccain would rip when
he got through it. OLD man Perkins
an Elder Blodgett put their noses up
in the air an p'inted at Mccain an
made big motions with their arms 'sif
they were tellin' me to look out when
he got through.
"Well, when I got bout forty papers
printed reckon, mebby the edition
was half or two-thirds off Mccain got
through, an looked round sort O.
mixed-up like. Quite joke on you,
Colonel McCann, says I with a smile
that made me feel sick at the stomach.
Joke, blank roared Mccain, 'tryin'
to make trouble tween me an Beasley,
hey?' Then he made break for me
an kicked me one an listed me up on
the forms. .Lemme shut up the ma
chine an sqush the Internal steer in it =
he howled But he didn't know how to
turn down the frisket, an while he was
struggling with it wiggled over an
fell through the window an run fer the
fair grounds.
"An' after I was gone Mccain jes'
ripped things, an Jim, an Hen, an old
man Perkins, an the Elder turned in
an helped him, an the derned fool boy
stood round an told 'em how they
could do the most hurt. An Mrs.
Beasley showed up fore they got
through, with a kettle O hot water
which the boy directed her to throw on
the rollers, SEEM as I was gone, an she
couldn't douse me with it, an then she
ripped the inside all out O. the diction-
airy an took the files to put under the
carpet, an got so tired Mccain had
to go home with her an help support
her.
"An' they say that when Beasley got
home the next day he made 'em think
they hadn't done scarcely anything.
When he found there want nothin' left |
to rip he just put can O. blastin' pow
der under the buildin', lit the fuse with
his cigar an run; an when she went off
it blowed the whole buildin' galley
west.
"I never went back. I've been a
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